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possessing, without the trouble of practising.

β€œA most courtly harper,” said the bishop; β€œI will fill thee with sack; I will make thee a walking butt of sack, if thou wilt delight my ears with thy melodies.”

β€œThat will I,” said Robin; β€œin what branch of my art shall I exert my faculty? I am passing well in all, from the anthem to the glee, and from the dirge to the coranto.”

β€œIt would be idle,” said the bishop, β€œto give thee sack for playing me anthems, seeing that I myself do receive sack for hearing them sung. Therefore, as the occasion is festive, thou shalt play me a coranto.”

Robin struck up and played away merrily, the bishop all the while in great delight, noddling his head, and beating time with his foot, till the bride and bridegroom appeared. The bridegroom was richly apparelled, and came slowly and painfully forward, hobbling and leering, and pursing up his mouth into a smile of resolute defiance to the gout, and of tender complacency towards his lady love, who, shining like gold at the old knight’s expense, followed slowly between her father and mother, her cheeks pale, her head drooping, her steps faltering, and her eyes reddened with tears.

Robin stopped his minstrelsy, and said to the bishop, β€œThis seems to me an unfit match.”

β€œWhat do you say, rascal?” said the old knight, hobbling up to him.

β€œI say,” said Robin, β€œthis seems to me an unfit match. What, in the devil’s name, can you want with a young wife, who have one foot in flannels and the other in the grave?”

β€œWhat is that to thee, sirrah varlet?” said the old knight; β€œstand away from the porch, or I will fracture thy sconce with my cane.”

β€œI will not stand away from the porch,” said Robin, β€œunless the bride bid me, and tell me that you are her own true love.”

β€œSpeak,” said the bride’s father, in a severe tone, and with a look of significant menace. The girl looked alternately at her father and Robin. She attempted to speak, but her voice failed in the effort, and she burst into tears.

β€œHere is lawful cause and just impediment,” said Robin, β€œand I forbid the banns.”

β€œWho are you, villain?” said the old knight, stamping his sound foot with rage.

β€œI am the Roman law,” said Robin, β€œwhich says that there shall not be more than ten years between a man and his wife; and here are five times ten: and so says the law of nature.”

β€œHonest harper,” said the bishop, β€œyou are somewhat over-officious here, and less courtly than I deemed you. If you love sack, forbear; for this course will never bring you a drop. As to your Roman law, and your law of nature, what right have they to say any thing which the law of Holy Writ says not?”

β€œThe law of Holy Writ does say it,” said Robin; β€œI expound it so to say; and I will produce sixty commentators to establish my exposition.”

And so saying, he produced a horn from beneath his cloak, and blew three blasts, and threescore bowmen in green came leaping from the bushes and trees; and young Allen was the first among them to give Robin his sword, while Friar Tuck and Little John marched up to the altar. Robin stripped the bishop and clerk of their robes, and put them on the friar and Little John; and Allen advanced to take the hand of the bride. Her cheeks grew red and her eyes grew bright, as she locked her hand in her lover’s, and tripped lightly with him into the church.

β€œThis marriage will not stand,” said the bishop, β€œfor they have not been thrice asked in church.”

β€œWe will ask them seven times,” said Little John, β€œlest three should not suffice.”

β€œAnd in the meantime,” said Robin, β€œthe knight and the bishop shall dance to my harping.”

So Robin sat in the church porch and played away merrily, while his foresters formed a ring, in the centre of which the knight and bishop danced with exemplary alacrity; and if they relaxed their exertions, Scarlet gently touched them up with the point of an arrow.

The knight grimaced ruefully, and begged Robin to think of his gout.

β€œSo I do,” said Robin; β€œthis is the true antipodagron: you shall dance the gout away, and be thankful to me while you live. I told you,” he added to the bishop, β€œI would play at this wedding; but you did not tell me that you would dance at it. The next couple you marry, think of the Roman law.”

The bishop was too much out of breath to reply; and now the young couple issued from church, and the bride having made a farewell obeisance to her parents, they departed together with the foresters, the parents storming, the attendants laughing, the bishop puffing and blowing, and the knight rubbing his gouty foot, and uttering doleful lamentations for the gold and jewels with which he had so unwittingly adorned and cowered the bride.





CHAPTER XIV As ye came from the holy land Of blessed Walsinghame, Oh met ye not with my true love, As by the way ye came? β€”Old Ballad.

In pursuance of the arrangement recorded in the twelfth chapter, the baron, Robin, and Marian disguised themselves as pilgrims returned from Palestine, and travelling from the sea-coast of Hampshire to their home in Northumberland. By dint of staff and cockle-shell, sandal and scrip, they proceeded in safety the greater part of the way (for Robin had many sly inns and resting-places between Barnsdale and Sherwood), and were already on the borders of Yorkshire, when, one evening, they passed within view of a castle, where they saw a lady standing on a turret, and surveying the whole extent of the valley through which they were passing. A servant came running from the castle, and delivered to them a message from his lady, who was sick with expectation of news from her lord in the Holy Land, and entreated them to come to her, that she might question them concerning him. This was an awkward occurrence: but there was no presence for refusal, and they followed the servant into the castle. The baron, who had been in Palestine in his youth, undertook to be spokesman on the occasion, and to relate his own adventures to the lady as having happened to the lord in question. This preparation enabled him to be so minute and circumstantial in his detail, and so coherent in his replies to her questions, that the lady fell implicitly into the delusion, and was delighted to find that her lord was alive and in health, and in high favour with the king, and performing prodigies of valour in the name of his lady, whose miniature he always wore in his bosom. The baron guessed at this circumstance from the customs of that age, and happened to be in the right.

β€œThis miniature,” added the baron, β€œI have had the felicity to see, and

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